HieuDao Poetry (23)

Nothing is for free
Nothing is forever
There's always a price to pay
As even roses wither
Money, time, emotions
Not knowing what you lost
It's too late
Should've cherish what you got
Now empty handed you sit and stare
Praying to god but he isn't there
If only you could change,
If only you were strong
Admitting that you were wrong

Tomorrow brings new hope
But hope I do not need
Only someone I can love and cherish
Someone to set me free.

A blistering sun carve maze on a dried creek bed
The barren heart of Uluru thirsting for summer rain
Pondering the future remembering the past
While desert thunder hides the breaking of my heart
For although I've found love in this world full of thieves
The distance leaves a foul taste of bitter and of sweet
Warm air from the floor fan slightly cool the summer heat
Reminiscing those random thoughts in tropic nights
When our soul was intwine dancing in the moonlight

Lost in the tropics, mosquitoes and flies
Sucking my blood, Draining my life
Humidity stricken, sticking like glue
Sweat drips profusely, too hot to snooze
Night lamp flickers, nocturnal creatures play
Their conversation erupting, yet silence in the day
The smog filled sky, barely shows the moon
Reminiscing moments, passing so soon
Hours and days, that has disappeared
Victim of time and forgotten years
Withering away, with experiences learnt
Older and wiser, for I've been burnt
Sad thoughts and anger, flow into me
Afraid and broken, for being unable to see
Fallen to lies and false beliefs,
What happen to truth and loyalty?
The floor fan spins, blowing warm air
Regrettable past, now my soul is bare
I thought at times, love is only for fools
Losing all hope, then I found you
Loneliness and despair, sink slowly away,
An eternal flame, cast shadows that waltz and sway.
To the beat of coming rain and stirring wind,
The heavens open, cleansing our sin
Past lessons remembered, how to forget?
Not dwelling in history, or past regrets
Your not my first, but will be my last.

I try to write,
my thoughts,
my feelings;
the emotion that pulsate through me, the experience that come before me.

Somedays the sadness
Seems to just stay
Food becomes tasteless
Life now gloomy
Since you went away

The heart breaking truth
But our lust I don't regret
Life is full of mistakes
what is life if we don't learn?
what is life if we don't greed?
Not only for money,
but love,
trust,
even beliefs;
and for some of us,
just simple peace.

And so the world is built on our wants and need;
shelter,
food,
water,
clothing;
wanting riches and non-necessity

We sleep our heads on feathered pillows,
while others rest bitterly,
waiting for a better tomorrow.

A hair standing shiver run down my spine
It's the dust of the dead and wandering souls
The hour hand strikes twelve and the grandfather clock chime
Ghostlike shadows searching for past memories of long ago

The night wind echoes, carrying whispers of eery moans
Calling from the dark, to someone for help, or finish things left
Asking for forgiveness and a place to rest their bones
Mistakes made in life, paying for in death

As Hells' Gate open on this Halloween night
And children now sleeping with candy in their beds
Empty streets awaiting the break of dawn to spread the light
Howlling spirits, forgotten voices of our beloved dead

Hoping for mercy, seeking a second chance
Salvation on the horizon, yet never finding paradise
Suffering an endless damnation, an eternal ghoulish dance

"Where bad folks go when they die;
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly,
they go to a lake of fire and fry" (Nirvana, Lake of Fire)

Jack the Ripper comes out to play
A blood stain knife, with throats he slices.

Bodies in gutters, eaten by mice, wandering soul, with no place to go. Screams are smothered, under a murderous smite.

As werewolves howls, on full moon nights; 'Mr Jackal, where's Dr Hyde?'
The beasts are lose in London Town.

Big Ben strikes twelve; extra, extra, London bridge has fallen down

Read all about it; The beasts are loose, please lock your doors, close all your windows and brace yourself, it's a long night ahead.

Why do you cry?

That lady begging with her infant daughter; you dont know them?

So why cry for strangers?

Just people you pass by, it doesn't affect you, if they live or die?

I cry for her suffering, for I know the pain.
Although we are strangers, but circumstances and fate, experiences and life, make us play the game.

I understand the hardship of a mother, trying to raise a man.

Strangers they may be, yet they are family, under nationality.

A mother, An anuty, my sisters, or someones wife.

We wear the same skin, we speak the same tone; we are united together, we are Vietnamese.

So i shed these tears for the unlucky, crying for their pain; for the bitter taste of hunger and proverty, Vietnam, Australia; no matter where, it all taste the same.

Opportunities to ride the wave, the tsunami of a developing nations, paving the path of capitalist creation. An economic glut, profits and rising capitalization, corruption, dirty business; is this the communist or capitalist way? 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do', unfreeze, adapt or be wash to shore, like broken shells and forgotten bottles, unable to change, forever stuck, in a single moment, a forgotten photo, behind a frame . Poverty stricken, policies unenforceable, investors unwilling and the average income, is $1 dollar a day. the streets are filled with the homeless, beggars, hungry children, suffering citizens, living on minutes of the day. The world is changing, overcrowded as the population grows, finite resources infinite wants, we're using it all. The future unknown, but what have we learnt? Probably nothing, or to make a big bomb. But even the traditionalist, must bend to 'the invisible hand', for the forces of nature, only god can comprehend. Children of the dust and in death we return, shadows of the night, takes our soul and they burn. So isn't it ironic, that we started from a bang, populated the garden and developed a brain. As from savages to modern society, the serpent slithers on, patiently stalking, seeking its return. Influencing our judgment, persuading our sins, tapping our emotion, sucking us in. The battle we now fighting, some battles we can't win.

My mind grows tired, the cigarette refused to burn
These hard worn hands, wont stop their shaking!!
Thumbling with lighter; now the second time I drop.
My thoughts keeps ticking, 'please just make it stop'
Lost in a strange, unfamiliar, environment
God has forsaken this place
For now i can see
The true meaning of poverty
For the hungry and the homeless
Fill already busy streets
The strong trembling the weak

The profound nonsense,
which is Vietnam of modern today.
The wealthy flaunt their riches
Putting their assets on show
Those who are less fortunate
Servants and human slave
Waiting on tips and opportunities

Greed and corruption, publicly hides,
Sheltered by deep pockets, and egoistic fiends
Culturally unbound and left with imitations
A country living on Foreign Direct Investment or FDIs
Bribery a business and social tool

Where is the love? Why so much lies?
Will I sell my soul or will I survive?
Time will tell; another chapter within my life.

How to forget, the moments we had? How to rewind, the hands of time? No matter how much I drink or smoke; bitterness of love, stuck down my throat. As I choke for life, as I gasp for air. Love has betray me, Hope to, was there. To stab the knife, to strangle my life, to deplete my strength, when happiness was just in sight.

I feel no pain, my tears have dried.

My last and only hope; foolishly believing now left to die.

A hollow shell, flows with the current, washing on shores of coast far and wide, looking for an owner, to once again live life.

Searching for a niddle lost within a hay stack; like looking for a true friend, that won't stab you in the back.

Toke-ing on Mary Jane to clear and relax my mind and in this moment, letting go of life busy thongs.

"Life is too short to be unhappy", so I must respect her choice, I've loss once again, but yet still to her I can smile, just to see her happy; no 'What Ifs' or 'If Only' for atleast, I've tried.

The anger and disappointment, with time soon resides, into guilt and regret; why did I say things I said?...MJ made me realized, it's all too late.